In the 70’s as bikers we had a bad name. Our hair was long we would drink, race up and down on loud bikes. For the most of us we were not earning a vast amount of money so bikes were the only transport some of us could afford, they were cheap. We however had this comradely second to none. You would never pass another biker on the road if he had stopped you would pull up to see if all was ok or just to shoot the wind. Rallies were places were it all hung out and fun, fun, fun was had by all. The funny thing is I can never remember seeing any fights bad vibes but boy could we drink and party.

Over the years bike prices started increasing we saw better and more technological sound bikes coming out. The time where a biker was expected to work on his own bike started fading away. Bikes started become a status symbol as the younger crowed could not really afford them any longer. The older bike could now afford that highly tuned machine so it was off to the dealer every time work needed to be done because you could no longer do it your self for the most.

You now find when you go to rallies they have become a commercial enterprise loosing a lot of the old feel. People selling all sorts of stuff with fancy equipment around the place. Sort of miss the old days when it was about bikers and bikes and fun. Now days its not uncommon to hear the following at one of these functions.
“I hate people with load bikes”
“Oh no look they don’t have any cloths on, they should be locked up”
“Look how drunk that person is, how disgusting”
And the list goes on and on, so people ask yourself are you a “Biker” or a Biker?

Just a though, use it, lose it, or whatever